She placed her hands on my head, fingers gripping my hair gently, and moaned as she rocked her hips slowly. Slowly, I began to insert a finger into he... hot little hole, and moved my tongue up to her clit, stroking it with long, hard, sloppy licks. She began to shudder with each tongue stroke, and I coordinated the action of my finger so that each time she shuddered, my finger was buried deep inside her and I could stroke the "roof" of her vagina. This was years before anyone would speak of a. I was with my T shirt on. She went into the bedroom for a change and I started to watch the news channel again. She came back, with a water bottle in her hand. I was surprised and shocked, as she had changed to a nightie, which was made of a flimsy material and was looking gorgeous. She had removed everything but for the nightie and I could see her boobs very clearly now. She came and sat near me. Noticing my looks said “How do I look Raasa?”I could not take my eyes of her. Her clean shave. "Now, spread your legs wide". Check. He didn't have to ask twice. "Take the spatula, and smack your pussy five times with the spatula end. Each time, count out loud, and each time hit yourself harder than the last". I paused for a split second--am I actually going to do this? Before I mentally completed formulating that question my legs were already spread and my pussy lips were swollen and slightly parted. A resounding yes. Smiling sheepishly. Spank. "One". Spank. "Two". Mmmm. Spank. "Three".. It is a rather blunt way of saying, "Fuck you dear." But I guess that I had asked for it. Well, the marriage was dead but I still had my pride and it was my house. I went into my den and unlocked my center desk drawer. Taking out the Colt 1911A1 I slid a magazine in and racked the slide back. I tucked it between my belt and the small of my back and then I headed for the bedroom.One of the men was sitting on the side of the bed with his trousers down around his ankles and Mary Kaye was on her.